© gillenacox 2023
© gillenacox 2023
22nd November 2023
Dear Yesterday
Please forgive me. I seem to have slipped into a crevice of time, to hide like an old fossil waiting for centuries to pass, knowing the wisdom of discovery is destined like the morning star.
What can i say i tend to be scatter-brained on those day when i deceide to let go of the ties of routine and become irregular like the fingers of climate change. Stoking fires in rainforests and flooding autumns with winter floes.
What delicious concoctions did the hostess shake up. Was there liquor at the dVerse bar to add to our fruit and vegetable palates.
Who came in first offering words to excite, enhance, or provoke the evening (or as time zones would have it the morning). Ah, here i am a dated day late, (but really only hours away) time zones again.
Please accept these few sentences, filled with the aplomb of your understanding that late too should be read with the joy in community and responding.
Your friend in poetry
gillena cox
BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH
And
Cutting Sorrel
Being an empty-nester i do not make a fuss about Christmas anymore. But i do hold on to that one tradition of making sorrel.
I have been giving my granddaughter for the past few years, a bottle of sorrel, since she is old enough to drink it and like it. She is 11 this year.
And outside of the fact of being an empty nester, my adult daughter and son are peculiar eaters. No meat, peculiar about which carbs they intake etc etc. So there you have it. Christmas for me now is about the music, church, sorrel, and online poetry friends.
thankful for memories
toys and children's loud voices -
cutting sorrel
© gillenacox 2023
My sorrel recipe HERE

Old Ideas About Avacado
I leave my avocado to ripe,
Wrapped in old newspaper;
Who does that?
I do!
Why? i have no idea;
Its just the way i saw things done,
And i continue to do it too.
I'll then slice it up
Add lime to keep it yellow
Then mash it on to my toast
Yum!!!
Photo by De Jackson courtesy dVerse poetry pub
Poetic Moon
Should all the adjectives be
As comely as me?
Describing, prescribing quality
No even asked for necessarily
Who howls at a round moon
If not a wolfish banter too soon
Released to a sultry night
Or even might
There be a dreamer coining words
© gillenacox 2023
Chains
chai in his hat
sic
ha
cha cha cha
sin as an
aha
ha
chins a sac
inch inch inch
© gillena cox 2023